There are certain types of slightly hysterical human characters who, rather than creating, walk around with a sense of their own potential - it's as if they themselves were art objects. They feel as if their lives are written narratives, or pieces of music.

Like the child, the creative writing student is posited as a centre of vulnerable creativity, needful of attention and authority.

To become a mother is to learn a whole language - to relearn it, perhaps, as it was the tongue to which we were born - and hence gain entrance to a forgotten world of comprehension.

Childhood, after all, is not an ending, but rather a state full of potent curiosity.

Reality might be described as the eternal equipoise of positive and negative.

In domestic life the woman's value is inherent, unquantifiable; at home she exchanges proven values for mythological ones. She "wants" to be at home, and because she is a woman she's allowed to want it. This desire is her mystique, it is both what enables her to domesticate herself and what disempowers her.

I absolutely don't dislike children - I would choose their company over adult company any time.